Desert

Situated out by the oasis, tapping my feet and observing

Ranks of wind tempered faces, speaking more like singing,

Maybe it's a mirage, the way your hands find my face,

Flecks of sand fall like a barrage, feeling like a basket case,

Saguaro shadows like pikes, shattering the sky --

Cobwebs intertwined with the spikes, survival is sly,

Radiant motorcycle refracts light, mountains a barrier,

Chromized eyes meth wink, bobcats and coyotes,

Forgetful slack jaw peered into death maw,

Believe it if you wish like ancestral tale,

Ancient fibers in the being call you home,

The fox is rabid when you see the foam,

115 Fahrenheit and melted brains,

Home at last, cow skull and desert plains.